I may be doing this wrong,
You should really let me know,
But you seem to like me.
...
Dreams of a dreamer,
laid out beside her,
Dreams of a waster,
come back to snide her.
...
'Love, ' she said,
she stated,
'love, love, love',
she dremt, debated.
...
ok i joined ot submit my poetry.. ... leave me comments if you wish.. ...its something i enjoy and i'm just looking for some opinions! ...)
Waste Not, Want Not
I may be doing this wrong,
You should really let me know,
But you seem to like me.
Although maybe i'm wrong,
I mean, It's not fair to you,
You were blank before I came along.
I mean is it better to be blank,
and have no knowledge at all?
I'm waiting and now would be the time to explain,
explain why it is we have to coexist,
explain why it is that on one fine day,
you were taken, cut,
And explain why it is that i feel the need to waste this paper...
Kerry you really an emotional thinker. Your poem sounds so sweet.If you had asked me before publishing this poem I would have suggested SENTIMENTS as the title.